You may drive through Vega and feel like it doesn’t have much to offer. Or does it? I’ve been thinking about that little town for three months. About what Valerie Doshier did there. About the contribution of art. When we moved our son to Montana we saw places like Cheyenne and Laramie, Wyoming. The Battle […]
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The right scent can teleport you. The breakroom in one of the old courthouses I frequent smells just like the old farmhouse. When I’m in that county, I make it a point to go in there and let it take me back. Baking bread. The laundry detergent and soap Grandma and Grandpa used. Coffee. The
In this season of our children growing into adults and driving and graduating and moving away, I’ve had a lot of conversations with them about life stuff. Adulthood. Beliefs. Being careful. Heavy stuff, as they say. The other day I was looking at photos on my mother’s shelves. I looked at mine and caught my
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I might cope with sadness through self-induced suffering. I could lace up my trail runners and stow water and go. Let’s say I go hiking for miles in a dry landscape in triple digits like a fool. Imagine it with me . . . I smell hot dirt. Feel dead grass crackle underfoot. Thank God
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“Did you want to show Bobby the rock wall that killed your Grandpa?” Mom asked. “There it is. I guess it killed him. He fell asleep and hit it. Was a long time before anyone found him. He died at the hospital. That’s where his car hit. See that newer patch right there?” Dad laughed
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I SEE YOU IN THE FAMILY PHOTO ON MY OFFICE WALL. Flanked on your right by three younger siblings, on your left by an older sibling and your parents. You were eleven. Elementary school. Pre-braces. When your teeth were still crooked and gave you that little turtle smile that you wouldn’t mind until a few
WE IMAGINED A CAMP. Eight hundred to twelve hundred years ago, it would have been on the flat plain behind the cliffs above us. We dug. Fifteen minutes in my fingers found an arrowhead lodged sideways under eight inches of damp earth. Twenty minutes later, Slade found another. The Edwards arrow point he spotted